It was late at night and the street lights were brightly lit. In Taoyuan County, in front of a restaurant called "Cuiweiju", Meng Xinghe walked in front with a leisurely expression, followed by a potbellied Mr. Chai.
In fact, Meng Xinghe didn't kill Mr. Chai very much. He just ordered 32 delicious dishes at Cuiweiju, and added two jars of high-quality daughter red that had been cellared for 30 years. Then, he only took one bite of each dish.
, he only drank one cup of wine from each jar, but Mr. Chai stuffed the rest into his belly.
There was no way, it was only dozens of taels of silver in vain, Meng Xinghe didn't feel bad, his heart, liver, spleen and lungs hurt so much that he, Mr. Chai, had to eat all the good wine and food on the table.
Originally, I wanted to go to Chunxiao Tower to find some girls for fun after dinner, but now it seems that this is no longer possible.
"Brother Meng! I think that's the end of the night! I have something to do at home, so I'm leaving first!" After really eating too much, Mr. Chai held his round belly in his hands and said goodbye to Meng Xinghe with one step at a time.
It is estimated that this meal will take him a few days to digest.
"Well, that's okay! Thank you Brother Chai for your hospitality tonight. I had a good meal and drink. But the food seemed to be too little. I saw that Brother Chai was so excited to eat. He ate so much. I have never seen him eat so much in his life. As follows.
Come back next time, be sure to order seventy or eighty of these dishes, so as not to be late for Brother Chai!" How can we not lose such a good opportunity to Young Master Chai? Meng Xinghe smiled proudly, and he repaid himself.
hatred!
"Bang!" Mr. Chai almost fainted. He vowed not to eat with Meng Xinghe next time. If he continues to overeat like this, he will become a pig. "Brother Meng, say goodbye! I'll go first!"
"Haha, let's call it a night then!" Meng Xinghe couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw Young Master Chai escaping in embarrassment. He shouted at Young Master Chai's disappearing figure in a hurry: "Brother Chai, be careful when you walk.
Point it out, don’t slip and fall to your death!”
What happened tonight was well done. Meng Xinghe secretly admired his talent for teasing people. After stopping for a moment, he also walked towards the county school.
Fortunately, the county school in this era is not like the high school in his own era, which closes the school gate at ten o'clock in the evening. Meng Xinghe swayed and walked slowly to his wing. When he went out to drink in the afternoon, he had already ordered Xiao Wuzi
Buy some good sandalwood to drive away the odor, and then you can live there with peace of mind.
When he pushed the door open and entered, the oil lamp in the room was still flickering brightly and dimly. Xiao Wuzi had already set up a bunk on the ground and was already asleep. There was a faint fragrance of sandalwood floating in the house, like the incense that lulls people to sleep.
Meng Xinghe took off his shirt and lay down on the bed casually. He had been working hard all day, and it would be a lie to say he was not tired. Soon he fell asleep.
Maybe he was really too tired, so he actually slept until noon the next day. If Xiao Wuzi hadn't broken a vase in the room, and the harsh sound woke Meng Xinghe up, he might have continued to sleep for a long time.
Seeing Meng Xinghe wake up, Xiao Wuzi immediately came forward and said flatteringly: "Master, you are awake!"
"Go, go, go, go." Meng Xinghe waved his hands dissatisfied. He was meeting the goddess in his dream just now, and they almost fell in love with each other. Who knew that everything came to nothing with a "bang", and of course he felt uncomfortable.
He threw some clothes randomly around his body, found a basin of cold water and wiped his confused face. Xiaowuzi had already brought in his lunch.
Nowadays, studying is a matter of enjoyment. It’s not like my time, when I had to eat and go hungry in order to take the college entrance examination, and often stayed up late, and my life was never so carefree.
"Little Wuzi, bring me my book box later. Let's go to the school in the afternoon!"
The autumn provincial examination is not far away, and this is a perfect time for studying. A bookcase is a tool used by scholars to store books, similar to today's schoolbags. Meng Xinghe asked Xiao Wuzi to get it. It seemed that he wanted to return to his old career.
Be a good student who concentrates on studying.
This is true. I have never formally studied since I graduated from college. The company organized a lot of training, but it lacked the atmosphere of studying. Those who participated in the training were just hanging out, and some of them just put their minds aside.
In terms of study. This time, he didn't expect that he would have the chance to revisit his old dream, and he felt somewhat excited.
After finishing lunch in a hurry, the rest of the matter was naturally taken care of by Xiaowuzi. Meng Xinghe hugged his small study box and rushed to the school. He was not in a hurry, but felt that he needed to review his inability to read.
He understands ancient Chinese. After all, he studied science in college. He only dabbled in liberal arts occasionally and could not be said to be full of knowledge.
I wonder if weekends are popular in this era? On the way to the school, there was almost no one around. Compared with the learning atmosphere in modern universities, it was really different.
When I arrived at the school, there was no one there. The spacious classroom had about a hundred wooden tables with pens, inks, papers and inkstones scattered around on them. It was really a mess.
Based on the memories left in his previous life, Meng Xinghe naturally walked to a table at the end of the classroom.
From memory, I know that Meng Xinghe's grades in the county school in his previous life were only average, and he was also fond of drinking and sex, so of course the teachers at the county school would not think highly of him, and even the seats were arranged at the back.
Nothing is better than seeing it.
Meng Xinghe disagreed. This kind of thing has long been commonplace. He was once a genius in the eyes of his teacher, but this time he traveled through time and became a fool, but it was very funny.
He cleaned up his desk and stool. Meng Xinghe, who had not sat in the classroom to study for several years, took up the "Book of Songs" seriously and read it carefully.
Since ancient times, our country's poetry culture has been highly sought after by literati. The Book of Songs is the pioneering work represented by poetry. The Seven Sons of Jian'an in the late Han Dynasty, Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and later the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the development of ancient poetry has even further developed.
Entering a brilliant period, the Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty, the Immortals of Poetry, the Saints of Poetry, the Ghosts of Poetry, and other outstanding figures are simply wonderful people in history!
"I wonder where Li Bai is drinking and singing now?" Meng Xinghe sighed softly. If he had the chance, he would really like to meet this legendary and awesome figure. However, now he is holding the "Book of Songs" in his hand and his head is filled with tears.
Douda. Not to mention the complex style of writing that he couldn't fully recognize. The most disturbing thing was that the layout of the ancient style books was from right to left, and the content was printed vertically. This completely challenged his adaptability.
After reading the first few pictures, I really couldn't hold on any longer. Meng Xinghe spread his hands and simply took a piece of paper from the side without reading the Book of Songs. He took out the brush and scrawled on the paper. This time he
My mood is much more comfortable.
Meng Xinghe still has a great sense of achievement in his calligraphy. His beautiful cursive handwriting was the reason why he conquered the beauty of the Peking University Literature Department and it has since become his private property.
It’s hard to look back on the past, and now that we are two lives apart, everything we say is in vain. Just when Meng Xinghe was writing furiously and completely intoxicated. In the aisle outside the school, an old man wearing an ink-colored robe and a jade hairpin in his hair saw Tangtang County
Xue Ran was alone, and his face suddenly darkened.
The Imperial Examination was about to take place, but not a single student was seen immersed in studying in the school. The usual sound of books was also completely absent. The old man's originally kind face was completely missing. He seemed to be very angry and walked towards the school.
Meng Xinghe was concentrating on his calligraphy in the classroom, but he didn't notice that in the corridor outside the classroom window, an old man was watching him, stroking his beard with one hand, thoughtfully.
The old man originally thought that no one was studying in the school. Unexpectedly, when he got closer and took a closer look, he found that there were actually students in the last row of the classroom practicing calligraphy. A smile finally appeared on the old man's face.
He walked slowly towards the classroom, his steps were so light that he didn't make any sound.
When he came to Meng Xinghe, the old man's eyes were instantly attracted by the words written by Meng Xinghe, and he couldn't help himself! Meng Xinghe wrote in the dark sky, and he was so focused on playing calligraphy that he had no time to care about whether there were people or people around him. When he was in his hands
He breathed a sigh of relief when he wrote the last word on the piece of paper with his brush.
"This thing is so tight if you don't touch it for too long!" He threw away the brush in his hand, gently picked up his work, and admired it carefully. It's not that Meng Xinghe is narcissistic, his calligraphy is very interesting.
His calligraphy skills were so good that even his grandfather, a calligrapher, praised his calligraphy as having the style of Wang Zuojun.
While admiring it, Meng Xinghe discovered that at some point, an old man had stood in front of him. He guessed that he must have been too absorbed in it just now and didn't notice anyone coming in. Looking at the old man's surprised expression, Meng Xinghe also guessed it.
Second, this old man was probably frightened by his own words.
He dared to put the paper in his hand on the table, stood up, and gave a reading ceremony. Although he didn't know who the other person was, with the kind of demeanor exuding from the old man, he should be a bachelor who has read poetry well.
The old man smiled slightly, and regardless of whether Meng Xinghe agreed or not, he just said: "Brother, can you let me appreciate your handwriting?"
"Sir, please!" Meng Xinghe respectfully handed the handwriting he had just written to the old man without any arrogance.
The old man's eyes showed approval, and he took the words from Meng Xinghe, his eyes shining brightly. He carefully read what Meng Xinghe had written, and couldn't help but sigh excitedly: "Okay! Good! Good!"
Three good words are enough to explain everything. Meng Xinghe's calligraphy is really not fake. It is popular in modern times, but it was still popular in ancient times. Even so, Meng Xinghe is not arrogant, but humbly said: "Mr. Miao Miao
Thank you, I deserve it for being born late in life. Arty books are really hard to find in the elegant hall, so I can only use them to show off in my spare time!"
The old man was very satisfied with Meng Xinghe's answer. Today's scholars have some ink in their hearts and show off everywhere. It is rare for Meng Xinghe to be able to praise without being surprised and not be proud of his talent. The old man picked up Meng Xinghe's handwriting again and read it briefly.
He said with appreciation: "If all the scholars in the world can show off such wonderful writing and calligraphy in their spare time, then I don't know how many amazing and talented people will come out of our country."
The old man's hands couldn't help but tremble when he talked about his amazing talent and beauty. Meng Xinghe's cursive handwriting is first-rate and can be regarded as the best among all, and his articles are unparalleled in ancient and modern times. People will fall in love after just one glance.
Say it out loud without committing suicide.
"The great river goes to the east, and the waves are gone, and there are all the famous people of the ages. To the west of the fortress, there is the human road, the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks are pierced through the sky, the waves are crashing on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at that time."
"Reminiscent of Gong Jin's time, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, with a majestic appearance. She wore a feather fan and silk scarf, and while talking and laughing, the oars and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland is wandering, and I am affectionate. I should laugh at me, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, and one statue returns to the moon in the river."